The First Boy

I had a boyfriend when I was 14. He was 15. We used to make out every chance we got. My breasts were bigger than most of my friends and his hands would go to them during our first kiss everytime.

Over the clothes only for the first month but then I started to let him under my bra. Soon he was opening my bra but it and my blouse always stayed on.

Of course he wanted to go further. His hands would try to get into my jeans or just between my legs. I would pull them away. I had two orgasms during our sessions, I don't think he ever knew.

He started to grab my hand and rub it over his hard on with his jeans still on. I knew what I was feeling and was very interested. But I couldn't tell him that so I would pull my hand away.

Finally I left him hold it there. After he left my hand go, I gave it a little more rubbing. I pulled my hand away. When he placed it back I was now the one who wanted more. I put my hand on his stomach and rubbed. My fingers slipped under his jeans just a little; I knew very well what I was doing. He opened his belt and jeans. My hand went right to his hard on over his whities. He moaned loud.

'I have never seen one' was all he needed to be told, his jeans and whities were pulled by both of us below his knees.

A couple of strokes were all it took, he came all over my hand. We were kissing when it happened but when I felt his juice I broke away to watch his stuff shot out. Afterwards, I took a long look at him. I guess he was about average for his age, I couldn't guess the size, not big, a full crop of pubic hairs.

We did this a few more times then he broke up with me. Funny, I was going to try oral the night we broke up. In the six months we went out he never saw my breasts or anything else.